In a deviation from my normal posts of deep thoughts by Word Girl, I'm going to take a moment to tell my thoughts on a mundane activity: mopping. I pretty much hate all things housework, but mopping might just top the list. So here's an Ode to Odious Mopping. It doesn't rhyme, but here you go anyway.
Mopping, mopping, how do I hate thee?
I hate that my black and white kitchen floor shows every speck of dirt and could really stand to be mopped every day (which is not at all related to how often I actually mop).And now, I'm off to read a book that will not feature any character engaged in the act of mopping.
I hate that it's not just one chore, it's two in one because I must sweep immediately before mopping.
I hate that I can't seem to purchase a mop that doesn't deposit huge amounts of water on the floor, thereby making the process even longer because it takes forever for the floor to dry.
I hate that the aforementioned black and white kitchen floor doesn't ever look entirely clean... even after I've just spent precious time mopping it.
I hate that while I want a new kitchen floor, I can't afford to have someone else do it and don't feel knowledgeable enough or experienced enough to do it myself.
I hate that mopping my current kitchen floor reminds me of how much I want a new kitchen floor.
I hate how my back hurts after scrubbing away at the floor.
I hate keeping my daughters out of the kitchen while waiting for the floor to dry. It makes them cranky to wait and I'm already cranky because I just mopped!
I hate that it will have to be done all over again far too soon.